Wisely, And Slow. They Stumble That Run

For Trust Not Him That Hath Once Broken Faith

To Be Now A Sensible Man, By And By A Fool, And Presently A Beast!

Lovers Can Do Their Amorous Rites By Their Own Beauties

Winter, Which, Being Full Of Care, Makes Summer's Welcome Thrice More Wish'd, More Rare.

To Die, To Sleep - To Sleep, Perchance To Dream - Ay, There's The Rub, For In This Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.